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milliways_bar2007-06-30 12:39 pm
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Enterance Post
The door of Milliways is a funny thing see.
It opens in all sorts of out of the way places. It's brought, (among other things) people made of all sorts of food, soldiers surviving things, explosions, animals. It's a crazy sort of door. Who can say what governs it?
Maybe however, the door sometimes acts as a sort of saviour.
The door opened and closed and opened again, revealing a pitch-black night on a London street and a group of people running at full breakneck speed for it; and for the man who'd placed themselves directly in their path.
Jeremy Doyle took a step backward, and then another. Falling through the frame, he kicks the door shut with a growl, even as the infected outside start to pound with mindless angry fists against the wood.
Operation Hollywood Ending. The Sargent shook his head, "....This is all fucked."
Sniper rifle on his lap, Doyle is suddenly aware that he's surrounded by people. People who aren't shouting for his blood or screaming at him and-
"....Oh christ." These people were all in danger, "....Jesus fucking christ on a fucking stick."
He's keeping his shoulder firmly pinned against the door which occasionally (occasionally) makes a muffled thump noise.
It opens in all sorts of out of the way places. It's brought, (among other things) people made of all sorts of food, soldiers surviving things, explosions, animals. It's a crazy sort of door. Who can say what governs it?
Maybe however, the door sometimes acts as a sort of saviour.
The door opened and closed and opened again, revealing a pitch-black night on a London street and a group of people running at full breakneck speed for it; and for the man who'd placed themselves directly in their path.
Jeremy Doyle took a step backward, and then another. Falling through the frame, he kicks the door shut with a growl, even as the infected outside start to pound with mindless angry fists against the wood.
Operation Hollywood Ending. The Sargent shook his head, "....This is all fucked."
Sniper rifle on his lap, Doyle is suddenly aware that he's surrounded by people. People who aren't shouting for his blood or screaming at him and-
"....Oh christ." These people were all in danger, "....Jesus fucking christ on a fucking stick."
He's keeping his shoulder firmly pinned against the door which occasionally (occasionally) makes a muffled thump noise.